Hola! So this is the second half of chapter twenty. I got really hungry while I was writing last night, so needless to say, I had to take a break!

Ne-Hoo, if you can't tell this story coming to a close, but don't fret. I'm going to make it worth your while.

In regards to this chapter... The M rating was mostly for the lurid sex scenes, but in this chapter the M rating is for the violence.

I think it was very necessary I hope you guys agree.

either way I will be back soon!

Enjoy!

-Zer0

Ichigo punched another hole in the wall and growled. That was the fourth hole that his fist put in his bedroom wall. His hand throbbed and he had a raw bloody cut across his knuckles, but he didn't care. Byakuya and Orihime. How could this have happened? Ichigo wondered. He sank to the floor, pressed his injured fist against his forehead and closed his eyes.

He was tired and emotionally spent. Nothing was making sense anymore. Ichigo picked his head up and opened his eyes. He was too frustrated to do anything. He took his shirt off and tore it into thin strips of fabric that he then wrapped around his bloody fist.

He climbed into bed shortly after and closed his eyes.

Sleep did not come easy for the orange haired shinigami. He tossed at turned for over an hour before finally laying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

He sighed and rolled over onto his side. He was about to close his eyes when he saw a shadowy figure standing in one corner of the room. Ichigo jumped up and reached for the lamp on his nightstand. He flipped the light on and his eyes widened in shock.

The creature that he saw from his dreams was standing in the corner by his bedroom door watching him.

He had bright electric blue eyes and wavy dark hair. There was something about him this man reminded Ichigo of Byakuya, but his harsh, determined stare had also likened him to Aizen. He took a step forward then in a flash, he stood at the foot of Ichigo's bed.

"Who the hell are you?" Ichigo demanded. The man smiled at him.

"The one that is going to take Orihime away from you," he replied simply.

"Like hell you are," Ichigo groused as he slid out of his bed and strode towards the nameless man. The man chuckled .

"You can't stop me. She is mine now. But I should thank you. I would not be here if it were not for you."

Ichigo felt the rage building within him.

"You don't know what you're talking about." He muttered.

"Her delicious body has told me everything that I need to know. She craves my touch." He paused for a moment and laughed again as he raked his fingers through his hair. "But I did think that a proper gentleman would tell you that in just a few short days, she will be gone."

"Where are you taking her?" Ichigo asked.

"You needn't worry about that. Just know that she will be well taken care of. I will take my leave now, before you do something that will force me to take your life. To my understanding you are quite hotheaded." He turned around and began to walk towards the door.

Ichigo reached out and grabbed him roughly by the shoulder. The man whipped around and grabbed Ichigo's arm.

Ichigo wrenched his arm free from the creatures iron grip and balled up his injured hand. He took a swing and the creature caught his fist and gripped it hard, shattering every bone in his hand.

Ichigo hit the floor and gripped his hand, growling to fight back the pain. The man towered over him with a mirthless smirk on his face.

"You can't stop me," he murmured.

"Screw you." Ichigo stood slowly. He sized the man up then took a swing at him with his other fist. This punch connected with his jaw and sent the man reeling towards the floor. He hit the carpeted floor with a thud. He lay still for a second before standing and lunging towards the shinigami. He grabbed Ichigo by his hair and threw him out the window.

Ichigo went crashing through the windowpane and fell to the ground, the bits of glass embedded in his back digging in even deeper. He looked up and saw the creature leap out of the broken window. He landed silently beside Ichigo and kicked him hard in the stomach. Pain crackled in ichigo's body as the second blow forced him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Get up. I'm so sick of this. It's time to finish this."

Ichigo pulled himself up off the ground. He swayed from left to right, unsteady on his feet.

"I won't let you take her." Ichigo spit out another Mouthful of blood then lunged forward. He knocked the man off his feet then drew his arm back and punched him in the face . Ichigo buried his knee in the mans chest and brought his fist crashing down on his face one more time before a sickeningly painful surge of energy passed through him. It knocked him backwards and as he fell, he felt his ribs crack.

Before Ichigo had a chance to open his eyes, the blue eyed man had him by the hair. He hauled him off the ground and twisted his head back until something in his neck snapped.

"I'm tired of playing these games with you." He bared his fangs, let out a savage growl and tore into Ichigo's throat.

Warm blood spurted out of his neck and spilled down his bruised chest.

Ichigo struggled to fight him off, but it was useless. The dark haired creature stole his blood and tore the flesh away from his throat. After a while, he dropped Ichigo to the ground and kicked him one more time.

"Pathetic. I thought that you would have put up a fight." He turned to walk away then stopped and looked over his shoulder. "It's a shame Kurosaki. You have always loved her and now you will die without ever knowing what it's like to have her love."

He walked away leaving Ichigo to die in front of his father's clinic.